"His Fishing Bait"
God said to Jonah, "go to work and don't be late" but Jonah did procrastinate.
The people of Nineveh, he shared no lamentation and cared not for their salvation.
He thought by his life he did God a favor, but later found; it was he that needed a Savior.
He disobeyed God not long to wait, till he became God's fishing bait.
This time when he heard God; it was in whispers sweet and now asked to follow God complete.
Though God's words were great consolation; he now saw a real need for salvation.
Nineveh was no more now Jonah's rival but a place about to be offered revival.
That big old fish taxied to the bank to send Jonah out and he raced to Nineveh with a shout.
He shouted into town; repent or die and if you will but ask; I'll tell you why.
Now take heed to God and your relation, to spread His word to the slumbering nations.
Go to church and you'll find what you're looking for, as soon as you enter His door.
If you search for approval of man or hate; you'll find it without a wait.
But search for love not the wrong and you can smile against the throng.
We are on mission and not vacation, to serve the God of our salvation.
God tells us to become fishers of men and don't be late or we too could become His fishing bait.
Written by Bob Wood
Jonah 1:1 ... Now the word of the Lord came unto Jonah the son of Amittai, saying, 2 ... Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry against it; for their wickedness is come up before me. 3 ... But Jonah rose up to flee unto Tarshish from the presence of the Lord, and went down to Joppa; and he found a ship going to Tarshish: so he paid the fare thereof, and went down into it, to go with them unto Tarshish from the presence of the Lord.
It is just plain inspiring to hear the stories we come up with to not serve God. About 15 years back I was about to study for my sermons but I decided to go fishing instead. This is normally OK as I can find a time with the Lord as well. Today must have been different. I decided I would really get away this time. I went to the Buffalo River in Middle Tennessee which was quite a distance from my house and anything else for that matter. I got out of the pickup and loaded down with buckets, tackle boxes and rod and reels, resembling the Beverly Hillbillies moving to California. I headed down a very steep and long hill and began wading weeds and grass about three or four feet tall. Now I like to explain I'm not afraid of very much but I was respecting snakes a lot right now. I finally got to the rivers edge and after the untanglement and a few stuck fingers; I started to fish. A big old Cotton Mouth that sort of looked like a Tennessee Anaconda began patrolling the water next to my line. I'm still giving him a bunch of respect when my line jerks. I began with excitement to reel and remain attentive to my Anaconda. I caught a varmit on my line. It fought like Jaws but was big and had four legs and was not a turtle but resembled a mud cat except it lacked any beauty. This thing was snapping at me. I'm trying to hold it at bay, trying to cut my line and still watch my Anaconda when a man older than dirt tapped me on the shoulder and said, "boy don't you know that thangs pizon." Up until about 3 seconds ago, I had thought God and I were the only ones here. Well I suddenly had my fishing urge satisfied. I turned and the old man was gone to wherever old men go. I headed back up that hill still watching the Anaconda, the Whompus Kitty and searching for the old man. At the top of the hill I grabbed a culvert to pull myself onto the road and a Bobcat shot out of the mouth of that culvert, nearly excited as I was becoming. That thing ran under my truck. I unloaded my gear with all of the neatness of an earthquake and tried to stretch and get in my truck. I didn't know if he was under there or not but if he was, then I didn't want to excite him anymore. I exhaled really big and headed back to West Tennessee. I learned two things that day. One, I learned not to go fishing there anymore. Two, I learned to put God first in all I do and do it without excuses. Oh yeah, God and I talked all the way home.
When God calls you to serve; don't view it as a duty but a joy and a privilege. May God Really Bless You! Keep shining and be as good as you can be and when you have a chance; you pray for me.
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